Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
I was under no illusions about what was going to happen to me now. Turk might have enjoyed the way I sucked him but now that he was finished coming, he was probably going to be angry with me. He had told me over and over he was no “lover of men” and now he thought another man had just come into the shower and sucked him off—and I was the man.
He hadn’t even wanted to talk about the kiss we’d shared…and now I had pushed things between us much, much further.
Goddess of the Four Faces, I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t throw me in the Brig!
As the realization hit me, I scrambled to my feet.
“Sorry—I’m so sorry, Captain!” I exclaimed and fled from the shower, dripping water and filled with shame.
35
TURK
Cass ran away so quickly I didn’t have time to talk to him about what had just happened between us. I stood there, alone in the shower, feeling stunned for a moment until it occurred to me that I needed to go find him. I didn’t want him wandering around the ship this time of night where Jerx or one of the other Crewmembers might catch him and do unspeakable things to him.
Quickly, I wrapped a towel around my waist and left the shower, hoping to catch him before he went too far.
I needn’t have worried though—I found him huddled in a corner of my Ready Room, dripping all over the black floor mat while my robo-vacuum buzzed and hummed around him, trying anxiously to suck up the puddles of water that were forming from his sodden uniform.
“Cass?” I made his name a question as I looked down at him. He had his knees drawn up to his chin and his arms wrapped around them. At first he wouldn’t look up to meet my eyes. “Cass, look at me,” I ordered.
Finally, he looked up and I saw abject fear in those warm amber depths.
“I’m sorry, Captain,” he said quickly. “I don’t…don’t know what came over me! I just…when I saw you in the shower and I’ve been wanting to…to do that for so long…”
“To do what? Suck me off?” I asked bluntly.
His light brown cheeks went dark with a blush and he nodded stiffly.
“I know it sounds crazy but I felt so…so thirsty for…for your cream. And I wanted so badly to suck you.” He shifted miserably, his wet uniform making a squelching sound. “You can throw me in the Brig if you want—I wouldn’t blame you.”
“Gods, Cass—I’m not going to throw you in the Brig for sucking my cock!” I growled, irritated that he would think I’d do such a thing.
“But…aren’t you mad at me?” he asked tentatively. “I mean, I know you said you don’t like other men…”
“I don’t,” I said and sighed. “With one exception, apparently. Look, let’s get you dried off and we’ll talk about it.”
I got him back to the bathroom and waited while he changed into his night clothes, keeping his body turned modestly away from me. I made a mental note to myself to take his sodden uniform down to the steam cleaner but for now, I needed to deal with what had just happened between us.
Or did I? Really, was it such a big deal? Again I remembered Jerx’s words when he’d claimed that Catamites needed to “suck cock and get fucked.” That was a crude way to put it, but I too had heard that those from Cata Prime had sexual needs that must be met. That was probably the reason why Cass had lost his inhibitions and gotten into the shower with me.
There was simply no other explanation I could think of.
When I closed my eyes for a moment, I saw him looking up at me, the water droplets sparkling like jewels in his long eyelashes and his soft lips wrapped around my aching shaft. Goddess of the Four Faces, why did he have to be so fucking beautiful? Almost as pretty as a girl…
“Captain?” Cass’s soft voice made me open my eyes and I saw that he had changed into his night clothes—which for some reason were frilly and feminine with pink flowers on them. I had never remarked on them before, thinking they were just part of his culture, but now I wished he had something more masculine to put on. He was crossing his arms over his chest and nibbling his lower lip, like he did when he got nervous.
“Come on,” I told him. “Let’s sit on the bed and talk.”
“Okay.” Still looking at me like I might bite him, he settled on the bed beside me, making sure to put plenty of distance between us.
I had the sudden urge to reach for him and pull him close to my side…but I crushed it quickly. We had to maintain some level of decorum, especially considering what had just happened between us.